Telepathic drunk texting with Logan

[phoenixforced]

It was all well and good for your friends to be the kind of people who would keep you from unwisely drunk texting, but in some cases, it just wasn't enough. Like if you happened to have a super powerful telepathic brain, for instance. Sure, Jean could have had Rachel be her telepathic backup, but that would have required a level of forethought that Jean was resolutely avoiding these days. Too much stress, not enough fun.

So a warm, laughing voice suddenly filled Logan's mind: "You are a bad influence and clearly rubbing off on me, because a guy just tried to hit on me and I growled at him." Popping up randomly in people's minds was bad psychic etiquette, but Jean was feeling a little void of connection and Logan hadn't complained about it yet.

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[phoenixforced]

"If you're reading it to me, I'll just have to make time, won't I?" Jean flashed him a grin before her head suddenly swiveled, looking over her shoulder at someone who wasn't there. Or at least not there in Logan's bedroom. She turned back to him, just a little sheepish. "Uh oh, I've been found out. Better go buy my friends some drinks before I get in trouble for cheating on girls' night. See you later?"

[isntverynice]

It was a little like a light had dimmed, but hey, Logan couldn't complain. Jean had come all the way to his bedroom, in a way, for a perfect moment.

"You get drunk and laugh a lot, Red," he said affectionately. If she'd been there with him, Logan would have kissed her cheek.